Unorthodox Therapy (10 page)

“In time, Lina. All in time.” Thomas put the chain back around his neck. “If you're a good girl you may earn the right to this key. Before we continue, let me know your hard limits and safeword. You're pretty new so... just think of anything you'd absolutely hate to happen.”

I'm crazy
. Years of hard work had driven me to absolute insanity.

A few minutes later, I sighed in defeat.

“Blood, permanent scars or anything to do with body fluids.”

“Ah... so you wouldn't want me to fill your pretty mouth with cum?”

Thomas probably expected me to be embarrassed but fuck him. I was neither a blushing maiden nor a prudish nun so he'd see a truly shameless side of me.

“I don't mind that.” My grin got bolder and I raised my chin in defiance. “Just be careful not to embarrass yourself and cum too quickly, brat.”

I never expected he'd be capable of moving so quickly. In less than a few seconds, Thomas had crossed the distance between us. He grabbed a loose tendril of my bun and yanked it back until my back arched. I moaned in pain. His face moved closer to mine and I expected to read anger and irritation in his expression.

“Never, ever speak to me that way again, little one. You're my property while in this room until you earn the key back, so I expect you to treat me with respect. Do you understand?” The unnatural calm in his low voice was more intimidating than the loudest yell of anger.

“Y-yes. Ouch.” I frowned when he pinched my nipples hard. “Don't be so touchy. I was just being playful.”

“This is amusing. It seems like we've finally found out who the real brat is. I knew you'd be a handful. Now, Lina...” Thomas pulled my hair again. “Your safeword.”

I went through every possible word with an intimate meaning for me. It was even harder to think when he was pulling my hair so hard the skin of my scalp was stinging. The power play was driving me wild, as if my entire body had turned into a big erogenous zone. It blurred my ability to form any coherent thoughts.

The word that finally came out of my lips surprised us both.

“Infinity.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Lina

“Stand over there.” Thomas pointed to the center of the room, to the spot under the chains hanging from the ceiling. “Keep your back straight and part your legs. Your thighs shouldn't be touching. Hands on your hips. Don't clench your fists. I want to see your fingers speared. Do you understand?”

Part of me refused to take any of this seriously. Still, I obeyed his quiet commands. There was no way in hell any of this would lead to actual results. On the other hand, it could be a fun sexual experience. The question was whether it would be worth complicating our relationship this way.

As I stole glances at Thomas, it was clear to see he was dead serious about this ‘therapy’. His calm green eyes were studying my body and posture with a cold precision. Anxiety reached out to grab me by the throat with its gooey fingers when I assumed the position. Would he be happy with me? Did I have a submissive bone in my body? Wait. So what if I didn’t? Why did I care?

“That's good,” he said and strolled with a slow, leisurely step, not allowing his eyes to stray from my face and body. “Keep your fingers straight ahead, Lina.” Thomas chuckled as he recognized the betraying twitch of my fingertips. “Don't earn yourself any extra punishments, pet. You're in enough trouble already.”

Pet? What the...

“But–”

“Silence.” He stood in front of me and supported his chin with a clenched first. “You’ve got so many bad habits, Miss Riley. Smoking doesn't even begin to cover them. When you're here, I forbid you to close your hands or dig your nails into your palms, let alone hurt yourself. No one else is allowed to leave marks on your beautiful skin.”

No one else but him? He was depriving me of any chance to get relief.

Thomas smiled and walked behind me. He pulled out several of the pins keeping my bun in place and let it cascade down my shoulders. His fingers moved through my hair and gently straightened it. Soon, my long hair was unrestrained and flowing down to my shoulder blades.

“Much better,” he whispered. The basement had great acoustics. Thomas hadn't raised his voice once, but every word he uttered reverberated across the space and affected my entire body like a direct touch. His lips moved to the side of my neck and he placed a few warm, wet kisses there. I bit my tongue to keep the moans inside. There was no way I'd give him the satisfaction of knowing how his slow teasing increased the heat between my legs. The warmth emanating from his lean body made me long for him to press it against my back. His subtle strength drew me to him like a magnet in the darkness.

We hadn't even started, and my lust level was getting dangerously high.

“From now on...” Thomas caressed my back and smoothed my hair some more. Then, he walked away and kept circling around me in the pin drop silence. My fingers twitched again as I waited for him to reappear before my eyes. How could he tread so lightly? “You will have your hair down whenever you come back here unless I say otherwise.”

“Who says there will be a next time?” I raised my eyebrow.

He ignored my question and just smiled knowingly while his gaze took in my body with desire.

“You're overdressed for tonight, boss.” Never had I heard such mockery in his voice as he pronounced
boss
. “I always wondered what you hid under those fancy outfits. Strip down to your bra and panties. Once you're done, go back to the initial position.”

“How will it help me in any way if you're perving on me?” As if the fact he was making me stupidly horny just by kissing my neck wasn't enough. I also had to be naked?

“I've no intention of explaining my every command to you, pet.” His tone of voice switched from seductive to harsh. He yanked my hair back again and whispered. “As a matter of fact, quit asking questions and do as you're told. Take your clothes off. Now.”

I'd agreed to play his sick game and I wasn't about to back out now. I would show him I was anything but a frigid ice princess. Why was he calling me pet?

“It would be more comfortable if you had some heat in here. It’s freezing.” Even without seeing my face, the pout was obvious in my voice as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. My skin prickled from the chill. Thomas snickered and put his palms in the pockets of his jeans.

“Oh, don't worry, brat.” If only there was a way to wipe the smug grin off his face. “Soon you may even suffer from overheating.”

If I took my sweet time with the striptease, it might help me to calm down. With a bit of luck, it might get him hot and bothered so the playing field could be more even. The cool air of the basement and Thomas's look of intense admiration were like catnip to me. When I removed my red blouse, I was left in my favorite push up bra with a front closure. It was a masterpiece of black silk, trimmed with delicate burgundy lace stretching across the firm cups. He could easily reach out, disentangle the corset-like clasp and reveal my full, luscious breasts with throbbing, erect nipples. Thomas would be free to play and fondle my tits as they filled his palms, slowly turning my pale skin crimson, pulling and tugging my nipples between his fingers.

I looked around for a chair or some other furniture where I could leave my clothes but there was nothing. The heat of his commands was slowly melting my defenses but it didn’t help me feel any less skittish.

“Drop it on the floor.”
Thomas, get out of my head
. Oh, well, perhaps the fact I was looking around like a scared doe tipped him off about my thoughts.

“But...”

“Lina.” His heavy gaze had a strange, centering effect on me, pushing my hesitancy back. “Do it.”

It was difficult for a control freak like me to just drop her clothes in a disarray, without folding them and making sure they wouldn't be trampled. I bit my tongue until I felt the warm, metal taste of blood. I released my fingers and let the beautiful creation of a thousand silk threads fall to the dirty floor. My soul was weeping.

“Good girl. Keep going. Show me all you've got, little one.”

I should have hated the name calling coming from a guy who was eleven years younger than me, but instead, it increased the inner warmth and a need to feel safe and protected, which scared me. When he uttered the word ‘pet’, my pussy tingled.

The zip of my pencil skirt got a little stuck, which interfered with my efforts to perform a superb seduction striptease. Thomas chuckled as he watched me struggle with it. Was it a bad start if the submissive wanted to kill the man about to dominate her? After a few minutes of fight, the fabric slipped down my curved hips and exposed a black sheer garter belt with an elaborate pattern framing the heart shape of my ass. When I heard him gasp, I bent over to shimmy out of my pencil skirt. My curvaceous cheeks were one of my greatest assets. My lower body wiggled when I stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside.

“Careful there, pet. I may punish you for trying to get your master all riled up.”

He clearly sensed I was about to cry out in protest and pressed his finger to my lips.

“Don't make me repeat myself, Lina. I told you you're mine while you're here.” Thomas moved back and assessed my body once again with obvious appreciation.

I’d always believed beautiful lingerie did wonders to enhance even the finest of bodies. The thin black stockings hugged my long legs and their tops were edged with lace, clinging tight to my wet inner thighs. It just increased the lust raging inside of me. The pair of drenched panties looked like they were specially designed to follow the outline of my ass and pussy lips. Even when the lights were dimmed and despite the black color, it was obvious how soaked I was. I could smell the intense fragrance of my juices.

The sexy lingerie usually made me feel sensual and powerful but in this circumstance, I felt slightly unbalanced.

Thomas kept circulating around me, taking in my exposed body. His eyes traced from the nape of my breasts down my smooth, slightly rounded belly, to the triangle of my thighs. He put his finger under my chin to make me look at him. His fingers slid across my swollen pussy lips, teasing, not really touching my body as it needed. The tip of his nails brushed my clit and the first gasp of pleasure escaped my mouth.

“W-what are you doing?” I gasped at the intimate touch, blushing with embarrassment. Thomas raised his eyebrows at me and I swallowed. “You said that your therapy wouldn’t include sexual play.”

“Really? I don’t remember saying anything like that.” He smiled and pressed his digit harder against my clit.

“But...”

“All I told you was that in general BDSM doesn’t have to include sex. I never stated explicitly I wouldn’t stimulate you with sexual play.”

I frowned and was about to protest when he placed his finger against my lips.

“Some people just need the right adjustment through pain and manipulation of their mind. In your case, I don’t believe pain would be enough to help you out of your habit.” Thomas leaned forward and kissed my lips very lightly.

“And what makes you think so?” I looked away while he was slowly massaging my chin.

“First of all, Lina, I don’t think you’re frigid, let alone sexually inadequate, but I think you are repressed. You have much deeper needs that none of your lovers have met, and you find the release for your frustration in smoking.”

Before I could utter my next line, Thomas answered my question, as if he was really reading my mind.

“It shows in the way you smoke with such passion, as if you really find some erotic pleasure in it. Today, at the fire escape, you looked as if you had an orgasm when I lit your cigarette.” He kissed my neck with tenderness and whispered against my skin. “And above all, I asked you for your hard limits earlier. You didn’t even think of adding ‘sex’ to the list, did you? Anyway, it’s not too late to change your mind and safeword, but I don’t think you’ll do that.”

“But this is inappropriate.” He kept kissing my neck while I searched for valid arguments. “I’m your boss, and...”

“All I know is you are the hottest woman I've ever met. You've exceeded my expectations.” His free hand rested on my ass and squeezed it like a ripe fruit while he stared me down with hungry eyes. “Did you wear these for me tonight?” Thomas teased and moved his palm across my stocking clad thigh. “Did you hope I'd make a move?”

“In your wet dreams,” I uttered with indignation but the betraying burning of my face spoke more than a thousand angry words.

“Maybe I wasn't the only one with unrequited lust all these years.” He pushed a piece of hair behind my ear and leaned forward to kiss my jaw. Meanwhile, his fingers moved to the cleavage between my breasts. His hands felt strong as he cupped my mounds. “Is that what you did in your big office? Lift your sexy skirts to play with your dripping pussy, fingering yourself to orgasm as you thought of me?”

“What kind of mushrooms have you eaten, Thomas?” I asked with a forced laugh but let out a moan when he tugged my nipples hard. The simple action and his dirty words, the warm breath on my skin, his confidence – all of it was too much, and it made me unwillingly shudder. If we kept this up, he'd end up ruining me by the end of the night.